He doesn't want to be patient at all. Heine presses his hands against Jonathan's sides, then digs his nails in lightly. He can't ask for anything, because if Jonathan gives it to him, he'll owe him for it.

It's been a long time since he's had to take such an active role in luring a mortal. Heine sighs internally and refocuses himself on Jonathan, ceasing his movements to just stare up at him. Patience. He can fake that.